Fall Lyrics

Some are born with silver spoons in they mouth

I was born without a house in the X, that's the south

And your mouth, might get fixed to say some slick shit

But please know we known for fights and clips as shit we swift with

Its story time I sound like Slick Rick

But the animals get mad at you and emotions turn tangible

Then I hope your calves could move

Or a fully automatic is getting emptied out and taking half of you

Don't hold your nose this is how this goes

A million faces in this place is that we call home

Let me let you know who I am, the mind behind it all

The hardest emcee to drop like leaves in the fall

So many prayed for my demise

What they find, is I'm so ahead of my time

Their last thought is often my first

Even me running in reverse

You wouldn't catch up

Before collapsing all up in the dirt

Swerve

I often sit in the dark with anxiety

As a higher me paints pictures with words

I feel my eyes twitch and I switch

Back to a time where pettier crimes had my man's kid hostage

He called me on the phone

Like "I know you never home and I don't know what you can do

But I don't wanna be alone"

But I wasn't home

And back then I couldn't even carry PCS phone

So he was alone and shit

If I'd picked up he might be here today

The way I was raised taught me you weak if you let your emotions up in the way

Is that verified by his suicide? I'll let you decide

But back to my story, can't nobody tell it for me

Outside you'll find that it always smells like piss

And if you was rich if you had the Prada's and the brand new sidekick

Or the Pelle Pelle leather

Hot in the summer but it was hitting in December

No haircuts when you broke you feel broken

Asking mom why the fruit loops taste like roach, shit

No shit, you had to own a black suit to live how I do

Every year a funeral, convince yourself they not like you

So you keep doing bad shit, hoping that you make it out

On your knees asking, what is rapping?

Wanna dance, hit the floor

Raised of the grams and the cans of the Coors

And my hands is the law

What's the chance you advance when the land made of straw

Wanna dance, hit the floor

Raised of the grams and the cans of the Coors

And my hands is the law

What's the chance you advance when the land made of straw

Fall